Lyrics to Match Head Girl
Cut-throat imminent
You smile at me and break the frame
Candid interwoven with
Any heaven's abrupt raining
Say the Lord's prayer
Gutted beyond repair
Drove the stake, a fresh tear
She's swimming in my arteries, ooh
For you, I can't deny
Any stammered lullaby
'Cause the notes are ringing strangely known
Suddenly I seek
Any part of you that's seeped
In the flesh and marrow of my bones
I am starving and in no recovery
Rise a flood miraculously
And so, still haunted by spectres, echoes and the like
As they're pulling from the bright below
I never felt the sky so
Dearly above my head
Tumble in heaps, you're a match-head
Make the world combust with every strike!
Marked with lipstick
Drink till I'm sick
Lasting and perpetual
In its scarred frailty, ooh
The pull that won't resist
Undeniably exists
Starved like a lion on a prey-less plain
Lost inside the throes
It is ceaseless in its growth
How I cherish every left off stain
I am starving and in no recovery
Rise a flood miraculously
And so, still haunted by spectres, echoes and the like
As they're pulling from the bright below
I never felt the sky so
Dearly above my head
Tumble in heaps, you're a match-head
Make the world combust with every strike!
Striker
Strike!
Striker
Strike!
You smile at me and break the frame
Candid interwoven with
Any heaven's abrupt raining
Say the Lord's prayer
Gutted beyond repair
Drove the stake, a fresh tear
She's swimming in my arteries, ooh
For you, I can't deny
Any stammered lullaby
'Cause the notes are ringing strangely known
Suddenly I seek
Any part of you that's seeped
In the flesh and marrow of my bones
I am starving and in no recovery
Rise a flood miraculously
And so, still haunted by spectres, echoes and the like
As they're pulling from the bright below
I never felt the sky so
Dearly above my head
Tumble in heaps, you're a match-head
Make the world combust with every strike!
Marked with lipstick
Drink till I'm sick
Lasting and perpetual
In its scarred frailty, ooh
The pull that won't resist
Undeniably exists
Starved like a lion on a prey-less plain
Lost inside the throes
It is ceaseless in its growth
How I cherish every left off stain
I am starving and in no recovery
Rise a flood miraculously
And so, still haunted by spectres, echoes and the like
As they're pulling from the bright below
I never felt the sky so
Dearly above my head
Tumble in heaps, you're a match-head
Make the world combust with every strike!
Striker
Strike!
Striker
Strike!
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